Introduction
The years always seem to fly before our eyes, don’t they?
One moment we’re young and spry, living in the moment without any thought of regret. Though we overlook it, the world is bustling with activity and innovations, ripe for the picking before us.
The next moment, we’re staring into the glazed over eyes of a decrepit bag of withered bones, watching as the epiphany of all our regret and sorrow, a stream of tears, rolls its way down our cheeks.
It seems so foolish, the answer is known, yet we can’t help but ask:
Rorion: He controls the banking industry. All money goes through his hands. (Gender and naming are subject to customization, though preferred to remain the default.)
The Knights: Genetically modified super soldiers crafted by Nekria; their power is almost unparalleled, but comes at a price: Many of their abilities usage deteriorates their bodies already fragile workings and hastens their approaching deaths.(Currently, four positions are open)
The “Prince”/ “Princess”: The ruling force behind the underground, they have ultimate control over all within their ranks, though they prefer to remain rather enigmatic to almost all.
The “Jester/Squire”: The second in command of the Underground, despite their title, they are the public face of the underground and renowned for their influence over the dark network.
The Palace Guards: The most generalized position within the Underground, they are the most advanced in their areas of expertise and feared by many of the general populace, some with good reason, others not. (Currently four positions are open)
Children of the Abyss: Children between the years of 12 to 18, their reasons for joining are as varied as their personalities. Most have been taught the ways of combat, though some remain as ignorant of battle as their age should imply.(Four positions are currently open)
The Bond: The latest descendant in a long line of shaman and one of, if not entirely, the last connections the Achomawi people have to their faith.
One moment we’re young and spry, living in the moment without any thought of regret. Though we overlook it, the world is bustling with activity and innovations, ripe for the picking before us.
The next moment, we’re staring into the glazed over eyes of a decrepit bag of withered bones, watching as the epiphany of all our regret and sorrow, a stream of tears, rolls its way down our cheeks.
It seems so foolish, the answer is known, yet we can’t help but ask:
“Where has the world gone?”
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No one knew how, no one knew why, and no one knew when, but it had happened, the studies whispered about in the dark of night, of genetic modifications beyond the basic premise of editing out certain DNA sequences or affecting the replicating nature of RNA, of cloning, had come true. On the eve of February 8, 2015, the remnants of one twisted woman’s mad experiments was released upon the nations of the world, destroying all in their path and inciting panic amongst earth’s populace. No one was spared, no one escaped, there was nothing left from where these abominations walked. The governments of the world frantically searched for an answer; sending in waves of men, all of which unceremoniously mowed down, relying on biological warfare, which fell flat against the monstrous legion, and even eventually moving to fall back on nuclear assaults, assaults that barely dented their expansive numbers. It seemed with every new failure, the human world was hastened to its impending doom, until they made themselves known.
They addressed themselves as “nobles”, egocentric, but powerful beings, they told the world of the answer to the question all had been asking. Who had started the chaos? They claimed to be behind it all, behind the death, behind the carnage, behind the creatures, and they desired only one thing. Power. Initially, the world denied them their wish, but as the death toll increased and many a nation fell beneath the sea of abominations, their resolve washed away. With only a few select areas any longer still holding life, the remaining powers of the work gave them their wish. The Noble’s would rule.
The nobles quickly made their potential for atrocities known, purging the remnants of society of any injured, frail, or old, and taking children from their homes with the intent of study. Institutionalized schooling collapsed, businesses collapsed, everything that the Noble’s had not themselves controlled, was soon to fall in this new society. In their place, rose the leagues of Noble owned, controlled, and managed companies, establishments, and laboratories, for which any citizen who wished any semblance of a life flocked too desperately. Today, the year 2025, the population of the world has fallen to only 700 million, with the most cities and nations still buried beneath the rubble of the war, indeed it seems only the strong points of each nation have managed to still stand in the madness. Biotic engineering is common place, treason is prevalent, and the morality to birth rate is dangerously unbalanced.
It’s become a fight for survival.
They addressed themselves as “nobles”, egocentric, but powerful beings, they told the world of the answer to the question all had been asking. Who had started the chaos? They claimed to be behind it all, behind the death, behind the carnage, behind the creatures, and they desired only one thing. Power. Initially, the world denied them their wish, but as the death toll increased and many a nation fell beneath the sea of abominations, their resolve washed away. With only a few select areas any longer still holding life, the remaining powers of the work gave them their wish. The Noble’s would rule.
The nobles quickly made their potential for atrocities known, purging the remnants of society of any injured, frail, or old, and taking children from their homes with the intent of study. Institutionalized schooling collapsed, businesses collapsed, everything that the Noble’s had not themselves controlled, was soon to fall in this new society. In their place, rose the leagues of Noble owned, controlled, and managed companies, establishments, and laboratories, for which any citizen who wished any semblance of a life flocked too desperately. Today, the year 2025, the population of the world has fallen to only 700 million, with the most cities and nations still buried beneath the rubble of the war, indeed it seems only the strong points of each nation have managed to still stand in the madness. Biotic engineering is common place, treason is prevalent, and the morality to birth rate is dangerously unbalanced.
It’s become a fight for survival.
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Survival Instinct:
The universal behavioral pattern that ensures the survival of an organism.
Pain causes discomfort so that the organism is inclined to stop the pain.
Fear causes the organism to seek safety and may cause a release of adrenaline, which has the effect of increased strength and heightened senses such as hearing, smell, and sight.
Self-preservation may also be interpreted figuratively; in regard to the coping mechanisms one needs to prevent emotional trauma from distorting the mind.
The universal behavioral pattern that ensures the survival of an organism.
Pain causes discomfort so that the organism is inclined to stop the pain.
Fear causes the organism to seek safety and may cause a release of adrenaline, which has the effect of increased strength and heightened senses such as hearing, smell, and sight.
Self-preservation may also be interpreted figuratively; in regard to the coping mechanisms one needs to prevent emotional trauma from distorting the mind.
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Factions
Nobles:
A league of rather enigmatic forces, they run society from the shadows of New York, their current strong point. The hierarchy of power within their ranks is tangled and difficult to understand, the only matter any seem entirely certain on is who resides at the top. The “artist” Nekria, the “Poet” Drean, and the “scholar” Rorion.
The Underground:
Those who run the, as the name would imply, underground of New York. Similar to their modern day equivalent, the mafia, they have their roots far into the darker aspects of society: drug rings, gangs, slavery, assassination attempts; while being the origins of any uprising the Noble’s may face.
Achomawi Tribe:
An enigmatic Native American Tribe, once prevalent on the entirety of the east coast, their numbers have been pressed to a large reservation in northern Halifax, Nova Scotia. They pay tribute to a number of spirits and god, the beast of Chaos, Sore, amongst them. When the war erupted, they managed to hold their land by unknown means, a fact that has greatly spited the nobles. The lines between the real and unreal are often blurred in their spiritual society.
The Lost:
With no real agenda, nor interest in the lives of others, these teens have banded together for their own survival. Some of the members are the scraps of Romia’s projects, either abandoned in her dislike of their result or escapees from the original facilities fire based demise. Others are children just down on their luck or without any home to call their own. Though their main focus is on survival, their leader, Rain Walker, has an interest in finding out the truth behind the Noble’s lies, as well as her own forgotten past.
A league of rather enigmatic forces, they run society from the shadows of New York, their current strong point. The hierarchy of power within their ranks is tangled and difficult to understand, the only matter any seem entirely certain on is who resides at the top. The “artist” Nekria, the “Poet” Drean, and the “scholar” Rorion.
The Underground:
Those who run the, as the name would imply, underground of New York. Similar to their modern day equivalent, the mafia, they have their roots far into the darker aspects of society: drug rings, gangs, slavery, assassination attempts; while being the origins of any uprising the Noble’s may face.
Achomawi Tribe:
An enigmatic Native American Tribe, once prevalent on the entirety of the east coast, their numbers have been pressed to a large reservation in northern Halifax, Nova Scotia. They pay tribute to a number of spirits and god, the beast of Chaos, Sore, amongst them. When the war erupted, they managed to hold their land by unknown means, a fact that has greatly spited the nobles. The lines between the real and unreal are often blurred in their spiritual society.
The Lost:
With no real agenda, nor interest in the lives of others, these teens have banded together for their own survival. Some of the members are the scraps of Romia’s projects, either abandoned in her dislike of their result or escapees from the original facilities fire based demise. Others are children just down on their luck or without any home to call their own. Though their main focus is on survival, their leader, Rain Walker, has an interest in finding out the truth behind the Noble’s lies, as well as her own forgotten past.
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Rules By Faction:
Noble’s Commandments:
-Do not speak of treason
-Do not question your orders
-Do not exit or enter the city without express approval
-Do not deny any amongst their rank their desires
The Tribe’s Ways:
-Do not question the chieftain
-Do not speak of the tribe to outsiders
-Do not abuse ones powers
Rain’s Rules:
-Do not kill
-Do not trespass into others rooms
The Underground’s Whispers:
-Do not question your orders
-Do not speak of the Underground
-Do not reveal information
-Do not allow oneself to be captured alive
Noble’s Commandments:
-Do not speak of treason
-Do not question your orders
-Do not exit or enter the city without express approval
-Do not deny any amongst their rank their desires
The Tribe’s Ways:
-Do not question the chieftain
-Do not speak of the tribe to outsiders
-Do not abuse ones powers
Rain’s Rules:
-Do not kill
-Do not trespass into others rooms
The Underground’s Whispers:
-Do not question your orders
-Do not speak of the Underground
-Do not reveal information
-Do not allow oneself to be captured alive
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Positions Available
The Noble Hierachy
Rorion: He controls the banking industry. All money goes through his hands. (Gender and naming are subject to customization, though preferred to remain the default.)
The Knights: Genetically modified super soldiers crafted by Nekria; their power is almost unparalleled, but comes at a price: Many of their abilities usage deteriorates their bodies already fragile workings and hastens their approaching deaths.(Currently, four positions are open)
The Underground
The “Prince”/ “Princess”: The ruling force behind the underground, they have ultimate control over all within their ranks, though they prefer to remain rather enigmatic to almost all.
The “Jester/Squire”: The second in command of the Underground, despite their title, they are the public face of the underground and renowned for their influence over the dark network.
The Palace Guards: The most generalized position within the Underground, they are the most advanced in their areas of expertise and feared by many of the general populace, some with good reason, others not. (Currently four positions are open)
The Lost
Children of the Abyss: Children between the years of 12 to 18, their reasons for joining are as varied as their personalities. Most have been taught the ways of combat, though some remain as ignorant of battle as their age should imply.(Four positions are currently open)
The Tribe
The Bond: The latest descendant in a long line of shaman and one of, if not entirely, the last connections the Achomawi people have to their faith.
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Rain sat in her room, staring at the crimson liquid ooze from beneath her door. Gale would not be pleased. Hell, she wasn't happy. But...nevertheless, it had happened. She felt bad, but now, it couldn't be helped. Chris had not followed the rules, and so he had died.
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Krelgin woke to a sharp crashing noise, like a trash can falling over. He vanished for a second, then reappeared on his feet, standing ready. He scanned his environment. He was in an alleyway. After a moment of standing there, nothing happeneing, Krelgin relaxed. It was probably just a cat. He thought back to what he was supposed to be doing, then remembered that he was supposed to report back to Rain with any news or updates on what was happening. Leaping up onto a nearby wall, he crawled up the wall, ending up on a roof. He searched for any landmarks where he had been with Rain last, and spotted one. He began leaping from roof to roof, making his way to Rain's location. She would need to hear what had happened recently.
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For just once in his life, Gale would enjoy not coming back from his informants to yet another chaotic scene in his humble abode. Well, much less an abode and much more a decrepit steel factory in the slums of the city, but details, details. No matter what the building he called home really was, the fact still stood that there was a, decidedly dead, Chris bleeding his way out on the floor. Joy.
Running a hand harshly through his course ebony hair, Gale kneeled beside the corpse, sighing deeply as he did so. With his free hand, he reached for the boys enclosed hand, lightly peeling the fingers back from what the boy had been gripping when he reached such. A small, golden bronze key fell from his cold grasp, lightly stained crimson from the blood that had covered it. Releasing yet another frustrated sigh, Gale grasped at the stained key, much too tired to do anything else.
Was it really that hard to just stay out of her room? Surely his life hadn’t been worth finding out what was inside…Lethargically and with the smallest amount of effort he could muster, Gale called out to the young woman behind the boy’s death. Was it really too much to ask to just once come home and rest?
Running a hand harshly through his course ebony hair, Gale kneeled beside the corpse, sighing deeply as he did so. With his free hand, he reached for the boys enclosed hand, lightly peeling the fingers back from what the boy had been gripping when he reached such. A small, golden bronze key fell from his cold grasp, lightly stained crimson from the blood that had covered it. Releasing yet another frustrated sigh, Gale grasped at the stained key, much too tired to do anything else.
Was it really that hard to just stay out of her room? Surely his life hadn’t been worth finding out what was inside…Lethargically and with the smallest amount of effort he could muster, Gale called out to the young woman behind the boy’s death. Was it really too much to ask to just once come home and rest?
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"He tried to come in, and you know he doesn't like that!" Was Rain's response to Gale's call. She had known he had been there. Scent alone was enough to tell her. She could also tell that Krelgin was returning. He had better have good reports, she was already in a bad mood. She opened her door, styled in the combat clothes that she usually wore, although currently they were a little more bloodstained. Her hair glistened with freshly drying blood, as did hthe corner of her mouth. It was decided that Nyghtfang had some...sickly habits. She wiped at her mouth when Gale gave her a look, but she sighed as she did so. "Don't look at me like that, Gale, it's not as if I can control him when this happenes."
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Out of nowhere, as usual, Krelgin dropped down and appeared in front of Rain. It often spooked her, but it was Krelgin's way of entering. "I bring news." Krelgin said. "There are... things happening about the city. The people are becoming... frantic, to say. But they are also becoming quite careless. I managed to snag this..." Krelgin pulled out a gold watch from his pocket and handed it to Rain. "...from an unsuspecting traveler." It was very usual for Krelgin to bring Rain gifts. Nobody knew exactly why, but he did. Some assumed he liked Rain, but those assumptions eventually blew over. "Not only that, but I do believe that this..." Krelgin reached into his other pocket and produced a small, shiny cube. "...may come in handy." Krelgin then held out the cube so Rain could inspect it. It was a silver money cube, worth at least $500 or more. It depended on the quality.
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"How on earth did you get ahold of a money cube, Krelgin?" Rain asked as she took it and inspected it. Money cubes were rare, ussually the Nobles held on them for their own personal use. "And watch out. Don't track Chris through the factory." She pointed out, gesturing to the body next to Krelgin's feet. "Well, good work. At least it's good news. I probably would have ripped your head off if it wasn't. By the way..." She paused, directing her question at Gale. "Have you seen Zethya or Nyx?"
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Krelgin thought for a minute before answering Rain's question, "...You may not want to know where I obtained that cube." She said not to track Chris, then motioned to the body next to his feet. He imagined what could have caused that. Then, Krelgin said, "I'll be going now... important things to do..." and with that, he vanished from sight, and was gone.
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Nathanial sat on a hill that allowed him to look out and see the Atlantic ocean, but his eyes were not focused on the see in fact his eyes were not focused on anything. They were closed. He was deep in meditation trying to connect with his brother in the spirit realm. The cold wind brushed against his skin, yet he didn’t move he sat perfectly still to those outside his tribe he would have appeared dead.
Nathanial was soon able to get a connection with his brother, he felt his mind leave his body. It was now in the spirit realm. Nathaniel looked at the form he had taken, it was Smoke like cloud of his human self. He faced his brother who’s eyes were dull and grey, Nathaniel said to his brother “It seems that my ability to connect with the spirit realm is growing weaker.” His brother responded “ it could be that your bond with Sore is growing weaker.” Nathanial then said “ but that can’t be my connection with Sore shouldn’t be fading this fast , I know Sore has left the spirit realm, but I should still be able to use the remnants of the power left behind to keep my connection strong.” His brother shook his head and said “ maybe you used more power than you thought you had. You should go back, you have to complete you mission or Sore will be gone from our tribe forever.”
Nathaniel’s smoke form faded his mind returned to his body and he inhaled deeply as if he was sucking in all that had left him to go to the spirit realm. He stood from his meditation position and looked out to the ocean. He started to stretch his arms and legs, he than looked up to the sky and said “ I have to bring Sore back to the spirit realm, for my people.”
Nathanial was soon able to get a connection with his brother, he felt his mind leave his body. It was now in the spirit realm. Nathaniel looked at the form he had taken, it was Smoke like cloud of his human self. He faced his brother who’s eyes were dull and grey, Nathaniel said to his brother “It seems that my ability to connect with the spirit realm is growing weaker.” His brother responded “ it could be that your bond with Sore is growing weaker.” Nathanial then said “ but that can’t be my connection with Sore shouldn’t be fading this fast , I know Sore has left the spirit realm, but I should still be able to use the remnants of the power left behind to keep my connection strong.” His brother shook his head and said “ maybe you used more power than you thought you had. You should go back, you have to complete you mission or Sore will be gone from our tribe forever.”
Nathaniel’s smoke form faded his mind returned to his body and he inhaled deeply as if he was sucking in all that had left him to go to the spirit realm. He stood from his meditation position and looked out to the ocean. He started to stretch his arms and legs, he than looked up to the sky and said “ I have to bring Sore back to the spirit realm, for my people.”
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"Unless Sore's host is killed, the Great Wolf will never return to the Spirit World." A cool female voice said behind Nathanial. She was a tall young woman of their tribe with ebony hair, and matching eyes. "And if you haven't noticed, Gale would probably die before one of us kills her. He won't even listen to Shaymon. It seems that he thinks that the girl will die eventually, and then he will be able to restore Sore to his rightful way." Rivera was now right beside Nathanial. "What do you think, Nathanial? They want me to go and assasianate her."
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Back out in the streets, Krelgin was searching for anything useful. He was scavenging through garbage cans, through recycling bins, and even through unsuspecting peoples' pockets. He found a PDA, but that was about the only thing useful. Suddenly, a motion caught his eye. Someone was running, and in a hurry. They had dropped a paper. Krelgin walked over and grabbed the paper, and read it. He stuffed the paper in his pocket, then followed this person. They had sparked his interest.
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Re: [OOC] Survival Instinct
Sorry guys, I'm probably not going to be able to actively post until monday or such, my schedule has been chaos and I can't seem to be able to write a post @.@
Re: [OOC] Survival Instinct
Oh, sorry, I completely forgot we started @.@
I'll try to throw a post together real quick
***bleh, excuse the quality, not feeling very inspired today ._.
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***bleh, excuse the quality, not feeling very inspired today ._.
Re: [OOC] Survial Instinct
~+~+~Leiori’s Greeting~+~+~
Welcome, welcome one and all. Leiori here, I’m the artistic designer of our humble Rp, Survival Instincts(v2), and editor of questionable skill. My main duty here is to create and apply the various layouts that abound within Survival Instincts, this thread itself and the main intro page in the tab portion of the rp, being prime examples; as well as being the resident “go to gal” when it comes to comments, concerns and ideas.
I’m essentially almost always on and as egotistical as it sounds, consider myself a relatively nice person, so don’t worry about sending me a Pm. In fact, I encourage it, it’s always nice to be in contact with ones rp members and the plot is always open for influencing if you’d like to see something come about.
Well, I figure I’ve rambled enough by this point in time and wish you all good tidings in the future, even if I am to never see nor hear from any of you!~
I’m essentially almost always on and as egotistical as it sounds, consider myself a relatively nice person, so don’t worry about sending me a Pm. In fact, I encourage it, it’s always nice to be in contact with ones rp members and the plot is always open for influencing if you’d like to see something come about.
Well, I figure I’ve rambled enough by this point in time and wish you all good tidings in the future, even if I am to never see nor hear from any of you!~
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Until enough Characters are taken for most of the Factions to be filled out, the Rp shall be on a standstill, with any news and announcements occurring here. So, feel free to check back often or not, it doesn’t entirely matter, as Leiori is most likely to send out messages for any important developments anyways.
Feel free to drop me a line at any time as well, I’m always open to individual communication.
[center]This thread can be used for a number of things: introductions, questions, comments, plot decisions, anything and everything can go here. Anything posted here will be reviewed by either Leiori or myself, no matter how much it may be and promptly responded too. A fair warning though, Leiori is known for her penchant of rambling and should you engage her, she may very well not stop.
Until enough Characters are taken for most of the Factions to be filled out, the Rp shall be on a standstill, with any news and announcements occurring here. So, feel free to check back often or not, it doesn’t entirely matter, as Leiori is most likely to send out messages for any important developments anyways.
Feel free to drop me a line at any time as well, I’m always open to individual communication.
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The Noble Hierarchy
Roma Nekria
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
Nathaniel Drean
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
The Underground
Anthony Drean
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
The Achomawi Tribe
Gale Feren
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
Rivera Lethen
Dance My Puppet
Twilidragon
The Lost
Rain Walker
Dance My Puppet
Twilidragon
Gale Feren
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
The Noble Hierarchy
Roma Nekria
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
Nathaniel Drean
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
The Underground
Anthony Drean
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
The Achomawi Tribe
Gale Feren
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
Rivera Lethen
Dance My Puppet
Twilidragon
The Lost
Rain Walker
Dance My Puppet
Twilidragon
Gale Feren
Dance My Puppet
Leiori
Zethya Ramsey Dance My Puppet
Midori Shisuia
Midori Shisuia
Nyx PathaeleusDance My Puppet
Leiori
Leiori